Nostalgia Engulfed...

I recently took a short trip and I love how such trips give me the solace to think about all the things that bring me peace. So one day I randomly started to think about how there are some writers you instantly feel connected to. Its like one moment you're reading and within a few pages you go "Whoa! That's so me!" or "Hey I know how that feels. Poor guy." Sometimes you don't even have words and you just sit there admiring the beauty of the words in front of you. This made me want to write a list - one that enlists all the important ingredients that go into the making of a writer who is popular among his/her readers for all the right reasons. 1. Experience I remember when I was thirteen and the first chapter of my science book had a line that said everything is made up of at least 8% truth. (No, it's not crap I just came up with, trust me!) I have no idea why this has stuck with me for so long considering all of the important stuff from that very ...

I know the title doesn't really fit, I know the world is an unfair place and I know we get way too many sad moments compared to the happy ones. But then its all in our head. We can live through the sorrow if we just make up our mind and find happiness in silly, little things around us. I remember back in the tenth standard when I had gone on a school excursion, it was freezing in Nainital, and I just had one new sweater with me which turned out to be no good. So a very good friend, had advised me to just think that it wasn't cold, and it actually did work. So when our mind is capable of adapting to actual, physical conditions the way we want to, why not do the same with our emotions? I know what you're thinking. That it's all bullshit, that you can't just make things go your way. That it hurts when you see him with her whatever you try to think. That you still prefer the pain over happiness because it symbolises something. That its all big talk and in the end none...

I just read an awesome blog so I wanted to write, plus its been long, really long. I've always had a hard time with endings. Its not so much about something not existing anymore, rather about missing the essence of something that made your life concrete. Sixteen days from now, my college life comes to an end. Unlike school, where the feeling sunk in after I had already passed a year at college, this ending really stings. Firstly because I didn't interact with people for seven hours a day but actually lived with them. I shared happiness over innumerable cups of coffee. I woke up to the tunes of 'Kolaveri Di', kicking and screaming at my roommates to wake up and rush to the exam hall after having slept for just an hour. I shed silent tears at the window a few late nights and looked to my best friend to hug me amidst violent sobs a few other times. Being a person who has the emotional comfort level of about zero and is awkward around people by default, I actually made pe...

Out of the hundreds of feelings you’ll come across in your human life, its betrayal that would sting the most. Nothing compares to that ache you feel right after you've been back stabbed. The struggle to pacify your wounds, the heartbreak, its all too unbearable to be put into words. That’s how she was feeling at that very instant. Betrayed . For the tenth time, her best friend Priyasha tried to reason with her. "I’m just trying to avoid conflict, its nothing personal." She silenced herself after seeing the unspoken yet unmistakable anger in her eyes. Its not reason she needed, but vengeance, thoughtless vengeance. Priyasha could see it in the way her brows furrowed, and her nostrils flared. She had seen Natasha mad before, but this time was different. Her pretty face was transformed, she was almost unrecognizable. This time, she had resolved not to listen. Exasperated, Priyasha tried one last time. She held her hand and started speaking, calmly yet confidently. ...